Benjamin III - Kendrick's Successor

Mister Duckworth, I hope this is worth your time
I'm up at 3am trying to capture what's on my mind
I'm writing from motherland where we're living on landmines
Our worth is diminished to minerals, this is mankind
No, this ain't no pity party
This trail isn't made of sorrys
It's simply a sequence to free my soul from the demons that haunt me
Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself
I'm introverted, so I'm told
So I'd rather show you my soul
I'm specifically from the South of the Africa
Alchemy of your butterfly
Yes, it dealt with my character
You pimped my imagination
Every sensation of your lament gravitated toward my mentality
My spiritual stamina
(God)
I've been praying Mr. Lamar, I promise
Spitting scripture on script
Splitting heads when I shift
But this splinter of sin is killing my soul
Poking holes in every disguise I put on when I'm outside
I was up at one, twenty five
A.M
Temptation embedded on my mind
Praying
My pillow talk is an Rnb kind
Amen
Although I'm swerving her swelling behind
(God)
The pleasures of porn erupted in second grade
And seventeen years later, I'm reaping the seeds I've laid
I'm stuck with the thoughts
No, I'd rather not
Listen, I'd rather talk about how much a dollar cost
Or furthermore, the loss of my grandmother
Her name was Grace
You would've loved her
Since her death, I've been striving to make amends
But I'm dying of thirst as I sing about her
Look, I'm such a mess
Please don't go Mr. Duckworth, just wait a minute
I know you're the greatest rapper on Earth but I'm not finished
I promise that I mean no disrespect
I'm really just a good kid but this m.a.a.d world really owes me a cheque
(Bounce)
Ha ha, I couldn't help it
The more I climb this mountain, more I lose my grounding
Dashing like Dame to rock the nation in the west
America to me is a hypocrite at best
I studied your Grammy performance in my twelfth grade
2016
I have to tell you, it doesn't age
From Blacker the Berry, Alright then Untitled five
The ending image of Compton, the place where I reside
Mmm man
Mmm man
You're good
Mmm man
Listen, I probably should lower the volume
The home studio my brother put up isn't sound proof
They put up with my doo doo
Recording in the morning's a mission
yes, I tell you
My parents been waiting for me to drop
So this one'll do
My music is juxtaposed to the gospel that I grew up to
I worship in all of these lyrics, I don't conform to church rules
I'm the King of New York, 'member those words
In fact, my actor training was in that City
You had a gig coming up at the Madison Square Garden
I contemplated going there but my pockets were a nightmare
So in my incubation, I continue
The atoms form a new DNA, the royal menu
Who I am kidding?
I'm no Kendrick Lamar
I'm just another nigga
Mister Duckworth
I hope this is worth your time
I'm up at 3am, trying to capture my mortal mind
I'm writing from motherland where we're landing on landmines
Our worth is diminished to minerals, this is mankind
No, this ain't no pity party
This trail isn't made of sorrys
It's simply a sequence to free my soul from the demons that haunt me
Sorry
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself
I'm an ambivert, antisocial extrovert
(Damn)
I'm a zulu man with common complexities
My complexion is the mark of one legacy
Torn into 80 sections by all my enemies
I'm showing my pain
Don't you remember babies from 80s
Don't try to Ronald Reagan me
You're next album is highly anticipated
Contrary to the fact, I'm honestly underrated
That's when I settle my heart for the parts of one through four
Recite it just like the scriptures, that's music I can't ignore
Mr. Duckworth?

Written by:
Buhle Dube

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